Light crashing into an inside wall:
the last night of Passover, April 16, 2020
I.
Stumbling in hall In the middle of lifeās night Falling against bone-white stucco walling Cocking a deep-framed print Such that that mount slips Blakeās āThou Hast Fulfilled the Judgment of the Wickedā Noticing this angle days later Leaving it askew
II.
āBut thou hast fulfilled the judgment of the
wicked: judgment and justice take hold on theeā
Bibleās words addressed to Job while Blake wrote and drew
To Satan tumbling with Hateās accompanierās
To the words of Milton in the back-sounds
III.
The frame now straightened But the print tilting does not help pour Satan toward destinations welcomed By the refreshened multitudes While legion followers can be Dis-attached only by rupture Greed seems Hateās greatest addiction Without Hateās fluid greed grows nil
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